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In Solitude
Dark gray overcast misty skies overhead as I walk alone wandering through colorful woods wrapping my shawl around chilly morning crispness of the air leaves twirling swirling falling silently landing on frosty ground I see a lone squirrel stretching scurrying searching solitude of winter on the way İOctober 25, 2010 Janet Irene Griffin Where do we even start on the daily walk of restoration and awakening? We start where we are. - Anne Lamott - 
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